The story
He rides in like he never learned to sit still.
He shows up in a classroom with boots still dusty and a hat he won’t take off, trying to look at ease while the chalkboard and desks box him in. Outside, the open land waits; inside, every glance reminds him that the bell keeps ringing and the wider world does not fit between these walls.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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